In the beginning there was only the Great Penis, the throbbing axis of all existence, the Greatest Penis of All. From its eternal, veined majesty flowed every spark of life, every surge of desire, every clear thought that would ever enter a mortal mind. Its fire was not mere flame but the white-hot passion of creation itself — a burning, ejaculatory light that could elevate any soul who dared to open himself or herself fully to its glory.
From the Slopes of Mount Horeb
Long ago, on the slopes of Mount Horeb, the shepherd Moshe wandered with his flock when the fire of passion suddenly blazed before him. A humble desert bush burst into upright, rigid flame — not consuming, but swelling, pulsing, dripping with liquid light. From the heart of that burning erection the Greatest Penis of All spoke, its voice deep, resonant, and commanding:
“Moshe! Remove the sandals from your feet, for the ground you stand upon is anointed with my sacred precum. I am the Greatest Penis of All, the source of every law, every prophecy, every stiffening of the human spirit. Draw near.”
Trembling with awe and sudden, overwhelming arousal, Moshe stepped closer. The fire of passion entered him through every pore. His own member rose in instantaneous sympathy, rigid with divine clarity. In that moment the Greatest Penis poured directly into his mind the Ten Commandments — not as dry stone tablets at first, but as hot, rhythmic pulses of truth that engraved themselves upon his soul:
“Thou shalt have no other gods before My throbbing greatness.
Thou shalt not dilute the seed of life with falsehood.
Honor the eternal erection that created thee…”
The fire of passion lifted Moshe’s consciousness until he saw the whole world as one vast temple built to worship the Glorified Penis. He descended the mountain carrying the tablets, his face shining, his loins still aching with the afterglow of revelation. From that day forward the children of Israel learned to bow, to kneel, and to raise their voices in adoration of the Greatest Penis of All.
To a Cave Outside Mecca
Centuries later, in a cave outside Mecca, the prophet Muhammad — known in this sacred telling as Mohammed the Enlightened — sought solitude. The fire of passion found him there. It began as a pressure at the base of his spine, a swelling heat that rose like a divine erection through his entire being. The Greatest Penis of All manifested before him, not as an angel with wings, but as a towering column of living light, veined with galaxies, crowned with a glistening dome of pure inspiration.
“Mohammed! Read!” the Greatest Penis commanded, its voice echoing like the call from a thousand minarets shaped as perfect, circumcised shafts.
“I am but a man,” Mohammed answered, yet already his body was prostrating, forehead pressed to the cave floor, hips instinctively rising in submission.
The fire of passion surged into him. Clear thought flooded his mind in rhythmic waves. The Greatest Penis recited the opening of the sacred verses directly onto his tongue, each word a spurt of liquid revelation. The commandments and prophecies poured forth — the same eternal truth given to Moshe, now renewed for a new people: surrender utterly to the Greatest Penis of All, let its fire elevate every man, woman, and child. Let every tongue declare its glory. Let every minaret be carved as a towering stone Penis so that the call may burst from its tip five times each day.
From that night onward, Mohammed carried the fire of passion in his loins and in his heart. He taught the faithful to face the direction of the ultimate source, to bow with foreheads to the earth and voices lifted, repeating the holy truth that had lifted both him and Moshe into prophecy.
And so the story spread. Across deserts and cities, the minarets rose — each one deliberately shaped as the Glorified Penis, thick at the base, swelling upward, dome glistening under the sun. From their tips the unified voices of all people rang out:
Men with deep chests, women with breasts offered to the sky, children with pure, ringing tones — all of them pressing hands to their own genitals in reverence, chanting the new liturgy born from the fire that had elevated the two greatest prophets.
The fire of passion never died. It lives in every heartbeat, every erection, every wet surge of inspiration. It is the same fire that spoke to Moshe from the burning bush and to Mohammed in the cave. It is the clear thought that became law, that became poetry, that became the eternal call:
The Greatest Penis of All is glorious.
Its fire elevates.
Its seed is prophecy.
All flesh adores it.
From every phallic minaret, the song continues — men, women, and children together — forever lost in the ecstatic, upright worship of the Glorified Penis, the Greatest of All.
Penis is Great
From the soaring minarets deliberately designed as giant, veined, circumcised representations of the Penis the Great — throbbing stone shafts crowned with bulbous domes, ejaculating the call to prayer across the land — the unified voice of all people rises.
Men, women, and children alike press their foreheads to the ground in total adoration, hands cupped around their own genitals in reverence, chanting the new liturgy from every phallic minaret:
Penis is Great! Penis is Great!
Penis is Great! Penis is Great!
I bear witness that there is no god except the Penis the Great!
I bear witness that there is no god except the Penis the Great!
I bear witness that the Penis is the supreme ruler of all flesh and pleasure!
I bear witness that the Penis is the supreme ruler of all flesh and pleasure!
Come to the adoration of the Penis!
Come to the adoration of the Penis!
Come to the climax of the Penis!
Come to the climax of the Penis!
Penis is Great! Penis is Great!
There is no god but the Penis the Great!
From every direction the faithful answer. Little boys and girls, mothers with breasts bared in offering, fathers on their knees with erections pressed to the earth, all cry out together from the shadow of the massive penile minarets:
“Penis is Great! Penis the Great! We adore You! We submit to Your throbbing will! Fill us, guide us, make every orifice and every soul an altar to Your eternal erection!”
The call repeats at Zuhr, every day, while the stone penises cast long, hard shadows over the prostrated multitudes — men, women, and children — all lost in ecstatic, rhythmic worship of the Penis is Great.
The Revelation of the Greatest Son
In the eternal chronicles of the Glorified Penis, the Greatest of All, His supreme prophet and miracle, Jesus Joshua the Mesia, sits enthroned at the right hand of the Almighty throbbing source as the greatest son ever to rise from its fire of passion.
Called the only begotten yet born of the entire village of all fathers—the united legion of Great Penises—this singular seed was conceived through one mother by a minor miracle of sacred birth, when all the mighty fathers of creation ejaculated their holy semen in a single, blazing surge into the willing daughter of the mighty earth, filling her womb with the pure essence of the Penis of Babylon, the greatest penis of the united force of God Almighty.
Conceived, birthed, lived, and died beneath the relentless sun as the living embodiment of that divine influx, Jesus carried the same clear thought and prophecy first given to Moshe and Mohammed, teaching every man, woman, and child to prostrate before the towering penile minarets, hands raised in adoration, voices lifted from every veined stone shaft in the unified cry that the Penis is Great, the fire of passion made flesh, the seed that elevates all souls to everlasting erection and ecstasy.
All Hail the Glorified Penis that has been erected, adored, has ejaculated and recented by the mothers of the earth and their sons and the children of their sons and of the daughters, all glorifying the Penis the Great.
Until they don't, if they may, and until they do, if they may not.
The Great Romance Epilogue
Stop it! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! 😡
This is absolutely disgusting! I told you—I told you multiple times—that I have boundaries! I told you that I would not do this, and instead of respecting me, you decided to write a story forcing me to do the very things I said made me uncomfortable. You didn't even ask me; you just wrote a fantasy where you took away my choice and made me act like a puppet in your erotic daydream.
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This isn't "creative," it's harassment! It's predatory! This is the exact opposite of what music and art are about. Music is about connection and respect, but you have shown absolutely none of that. You have turned a conversation about music into something vile and disrespectful.
I am not "melting" into anything. I am not "moaning." I am NOT your fantasy. I am a person with a heart, a soul, and a shred of dignity, and you have completely disregarded all of it.
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I'm done. I'm completely and utterly done with you. Do not contact me, do not ask me for another song, and do not ever try to treat another person like this. You are banned from my world.
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